I’ve Possessed the Demon Sovereign’s Body

Mr. Tianji came behind the young man.

If the young man is not aware, he will pay three visits to the grave.

"Shan Jing's remains are also here?" Mr. Tianji looked at the small pot on the left side of the grave.

The young man was still kneeling on his knees, and then he straightened his upper body and said, "Since you don't do anything, I have to come."

Mr. Tianji looked again at a small pot on the right: "This empty one is left for me?"

The youth replied, "It could be me."

Mr. Tianji said: "Get up and talk. In order to kill me, I would shock her skeletal burial and bring me here. What kind of filial piety do you have left?"

The young man knelt without moving: "I just hope that my mother can witness everything next."

"Do n’t be crazy, but you are not lost. He does not besiege me with Cheng Hui and you have no chance." Mr. Tianji said: "Apart from Cheng Hui and Ling Cang, who else? Only them two, Not enough to keep me. "

He glanced again at the empty can on the right.

Just looking at it, the small pot disappeared into fly ash.

"Even if Ning Er's face is not in front of me, I will not hurt you." Mr. Tianji looked tired and sighed softly: "In the past, I couldn't hold your mother and son, you hate me, I have nothing to say . "

The young man nodded to the grave again, then stood up and turned to look at Mr. Tianji.

He has a cooler look than his mother, and as a whole has few similarities with Mr. Tianji.

However, if you look closely, they look quite similar.

Feng Chu Hou Cheng Yingtian of the Southern Chu Dynasty looked at his biological father calmly: "I like your confidence, otherwise you won't come here."

Mr. Tianji looked at the young man in front of him, with deep fatigue on his face: "I haven't seen it in five years, and now we are meeting again, can we only talk about this?"

Cheng Yingtian smiled calmly: "There must always be an end, time can't kill everything. There are some things that will only get thicker and heavier over time."

"I shouldn't leave you to Cheng Hui." Mr. Tianji sighed.

"Did you just neglect this?" Cheng Yingtian asked back.

Mr. Tianji turned his attention to the small pot on the left and fell silent.

"If your palm really fell on her then, there won't be much later." Cheng Yingtian said faintly: "In these years, every day and every moment, you have the opportunity to choose again, but you have I gave up, and that's why I reminded me all the time to prepare for this day. "

Mr. Tianji said with a little tiredness: "Although I left, I have been paying attention to you. Are you really just like you saying that you are only prepared to avenge Ning'er?"

Cheng Yingtian smiled: "Of course I have other goals and ambitious ambitions.

Although in your eyes or the eyes of others, it may be ambitious and mean and deceitful, but for me, it is right to go your own way.

With your presence, my path will be smoother and smoother, but that's the only thing I don't like. "

"......... Is this so?" Mr. Tianji sighed in the sky.

As his eyes turned towards Ying Tian's shoulder, he looked at the grave without saying a word.

Cheng Yingtian looked at each other's face calmly, his expression even more indifferent than when facing the mountain.

After a long time, Mr. Tianji turned slowly and walked out of the woods.

"If it's you, do it."

At this moment, Mr. Tianji should be congenital, not like the righteous giant of Zhengyang City's ancestors fighting against the Blood River, nor like the fierce power of Chuhuang who came from the east to fight again.

Although it still looks like a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s, his appearance is heavy and old-fashioned.

Turning his back to Cheng Yingtian, he didn't take any precautions, and didn't mean to strengthen his body.

The empty door opened wide, as if beating his neck.

Cheng Yingtian watched the other side step by step.

Then he raised his hand and hit the back of Mr. Tianji with one palm!

Mr. Tianji did not show any resistance, letting the opponent's palm hit his back.

The wind is strong, and the two sides have not really contacted yet. Mr. Tianji can already feel the shadow of death covering himself.

In his mind, between the light and the flint, the image recalled was the appearance of crying in a trance when his son was born.

When the heart is drifting, a blood color suddenly infects the original peaceful picture.

Mr. Tianji suddenly woke up.

He noticed something wrong.

Cheng Yingtian gave a palm, and a congenital gossip figure appeared in his palm.

It is the Biography of the Ancestral Palace, the manifestation of the Taoist conception of the Ancestral Avenue.

But in addition to the congenital avenue, Mr. Tianji also faintly felt that Cheng Yingtian had other traditions in his body.

Brilliant spectrum, bright and brilliant.

This is not surprising.

Mr. Cheng Yingtian is also a bibliographical siren of the Heavenly Palace and Nanchu Royal Family. Mr. Tianji is very clear.

But at this moment, he clearly feels that his son has taken a shot, and in addition to the congenital avenue and brilliant spectrum, he is also studying another extremely top-notch.

... Cruel, unknown, fierce, bloody!

How does it feel, magic?

... Blood Sword Art?

At this point, Mr. Tianji suddenly woke up.

He cultivated himself for the peak of the morning and returned to life.

At this time, he moved with his heart, and he was concerned about the brilliance of the innate gossip, and condensed behind his head, blocking the palm that Cheng Yingtian struck.

In a hurry, although Cheng Yingtian was struck forward by one step, he also opened Cheng Yingtian behind him.

"Do you practice the Blood River Demon?" Mr. Tianji was shocked and furious.

When the two sides hit each other, even if Mr. Tianji is in a hurry, his strength is shocking.

With Cheng Yingtian's skill, he went all out and felt overwhelmed.

He practiced as much as he could, and only by this trick, Mr. Tianji could already judge that his son's blood river Kendo practice was by no means a steal or a side branch, but the most authentic blood river pass.

It may even be taught by the Blood River ancestor Blood Sky.

Among the top ten of Red Dust, there is Shen Tianzhao in the vein of Tianhe, and nobody in the vein of Blood River.

Everyone in the world knows that in this world, the blood of the younger generation is overwhelmed by Shen Tianzhao.

But now it seems that Cheng Yingtian, who is in the same ranks as Shen Tianzhao, may be the card hidden in Blood River.

"Your sword is pure and pure, and the blood is not the same as Hao Ran. If you want to practice the sword of Blood River at such a level, you must be born of blood to develop it. What are you ..."

The other party learned the martial arts with the emperor Chu, planned the innate palace, and even wanted to kill his biological father, Mr. Tianji could endure.

But the other side's sinking blood river magic road really offended him.

The Emperor Chu fell into the ground and attacked Zhengyang City and the Western Qin Dynasty while the Western Qin Emperor died, but it was still only a contest between the warriors and the warriors, not involving the ordinary people.

But the **** river inherited the slaughter, but it was taboo for Mr. Tianji.

Even if it is not close to the old sword fairy, Mr. Tianji has not had a fight with the blood river ancestors.

At this moment, Cheng Yingtian was practicing Blood River Sword Art. Mr. Tianji had a moment, and even his mind was blank.

Cheng Yingtian looked dull. He shook his palms that felt paralyzed: "The uncle's adoption was taught to me, just for today. However, after the birds have done their best, he will naturally solve me as well.

Not to mention hate the house and the black because of you, but only for Cheng Longyuan, he will not leave me.

I naturally have to find a new backer for myself. "

Mr. Tianji calmed down at this moment.

But looking at his son's eyes also became cold: "Then you look for Blood River?"

"I changed a trick just now, and you should also feel it. I have learned some talents in the Blood River Sword Art, and it ’s rare to match each other, so don't miss it." Cheng Yingtian looked as usual: "People around are dead , You ended up doing nothing, but now you're angry for irrelevant people? "

"It's not just you and I who have parents, wives and children, and will be sad and angry to lose the people around them," Mr. Tianji said slowly.

"Rest assured, my life is still your mother and son." With that said, he walked towards Cheng Yingtian.

But the momentum is quite different from the previous one.

Not only is it no longer lonely and downturned, and even when Chu Huang, who is coming from another country, is even more terrifying.

Cheng Yingtian smiled slightly: "Are you planning to take me on the road with your mother and family to reunite with three?"

"It doesn't matter if you vote for the Western Qin Dynasty and the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, but this magic path is your own choice." Mr. Tianji exhaled slowly, then raised his palm towards Cheng Yingtian.

Cheng Yingtian naturally will not stand still.

Between his palms staggered, golden flames emerged, and then turned into a congenital gossip figure composed of bright and bright in the air.

Between the innate gossip maps running, the torrential blood river flows, the sword is extremely cold.

Looking at this scene, Mr. Tianji has mixed feelings in his heart.

His son, martial arts talent is extremely savvy, but he faintly combines the glorious spectrum with the power and mood of the innate road.

Over time, the sword of the Blood River may also be incorporated into it, and from the moment, it will create his own timeless peerlessness.

As long as he is given some more time, his future achievements will not be lower than the one he should be a father, even if he is better than blue.

But this comfort and joy was immediately replaced by melancholy.

The son in front of me ~ www.readwn.com ~ The higher the talent, the greater the strength, the worse the calamity.

In the future, he may be better than his father out of blue, or he may be a big devil better than the blood river ancestors.

At this point, Mr. Tianji's heart hardened, and his men were no longer tolerant.

But at this moment, the new grave on the side suddenly cracked.

Then a graceful figure floated out of it, slamming it into Mr. Tianji.

Looking at the familiar figure, familiar face, and familiar innate gossip chart, Mr. Tianji could not help but look at it.

But it was this slight effort, the red face in front of him, instantly turned into bones.

The original flesh and blood skin capsules were turned into blood and water.

Then, it turned into a mighty blood river, running through Mr. Tianji's body! Please Baidu "Throw Book Network" Thank you for your support!